I’ve noticed something about myself. Let’s say I have a problem, an impossible problem, something I can’t fix by myself no matter how hard I try. I have two options. My tendency is to stay up half the night worrying and trying to fix it anyway. This just makes me feel yucky the next day, and it doesn’t help anything at all. My other option is to let God fix it.
How does that work? Well, when my “problem” wakes me up in the middle of the night, I first talk to my Lord. I pour out my heart to Him. But then, when I’ve prayed, I begin to think of all the verses that tell me how He will answer. Has He promised to forgive? I claim those verses. Has He promised to see me through? Has He promised to lead me? Has He promised to provide? To heal? To comfort? To encourage? To work it out? To provide grace? Whatever promise He brings to mind, I quote back to Him.
As I say amen in my heart (which means so be it), I know that I have the requests I have asked and I know which verses give those promises. The amazing thing is that as soon as I say amen, He immediately begins to fill my heart with songs. The moon is shining bright, the stars are twinkling, and my husband is snoring… but in my heart, I’m singing praise songs to my King. I wonder where the worry went! It’s gone! In its place is the Bible’s promised indication of being filled with His spirit, in that my heart is filled with songs of praise to Him (Ephesians 5:18-20). The songs continue until morning and through the day; in fact, they continue until I wonder astray. Then He’s faithful to prompt me to start the process of prayer and supplication (and thanksgiving) all over again. Isn’t He good?